Like ocean waves pounding on the shore, the speakers blared mercilessly. I stared at the blizzard of salt and pepper on the screen. I twisted the rabbit ear antennas on the television set, trying to salvage a TV show. The white noise continued to burn my eardrums. Until the screen flickered.

Giggles filled the room.

I froze and looked to the display.

There was a goddess on the screen. She had dark chocolate hair that contrasted with her light skin tone. Wearing a white cotton towel, she stepped behind a frosted shower door. Her feminine silhouette dropped the towel and flung it onto the floor. The water drizzled over her like rain, beads collecting on her shoulders. Swirling steam gathered around her, like protective clouds.

She ran her soapy fingers through sopping wet hair. The slender fingers scrubbed and scrubbed, slight sighs escaping her mouth. Tawny eyes pierced me like golden spears, and then blinked. She quickened her pace. Intense and guttural moans echoed in the silence of my room. They were raw and almost animalistic. The goddess smiled and her eyebrows furrowed.

“Yes. Yes! YES!” She said shakily.

I could only stare.

My Herbal Essence shampoo never had that effect on me.